“Okay,” I say, tapping my pen against the notebook. “Wedding problems. Legend wants to get married in Hell’s Kitchen.”
Legend shrugs. “Efficient.”
“I want something meaningful.”
“I’m meaningful in the ring.”
Derby snorts. “Unfortunately true.”
Legend gives him a look.
Derby grins.
Amelia’s mouth twitches.
I point at the notebook. “Ceremony at Paradise Falls or here?”
“Paradise Falls,” Janie says.
“Here,” Lottie says.
“The lake,” Oaks says.
Everyone looks at him.
Brittany’s face says he has lost his mind.
He lifts both hands. “What? It’s scenic.”
“You are not putting my wedding near lake monster rumors,” I say.
Royal tilts his head. “A monster witness at the vows would ensure no one objects.”
“Royal,” Becki says. “Don’t encourage aquatic demons at weddings. Our child can hear you.”
He looks at her belly. “The child is in the womb, my love, not a confessional booth.”
Becki points the pickle at him again. “The child knows your tone.”
Cider looks down at Becki’s stomach, then quickly away.
I see it.
Becki sees it too, because for all her sharp edges, pregnancy has made her aware of pain in the room. She reaches over and nudges Cider’s arm with the pickle jar.
“You want one?”
Cider hesitates.
Then takes a pickle.
“Thank you,” she says.
Royal watches his sister accept food like it’s holy.
His face gives away nothing.
His eyes give away too much.